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[LOG] We all need a home, indeed

Who: ANYONE!
Status: OPEN LIKE BURNING
Style: COMMENT SPAM! Action!
Where: Hisato Housing Compound
When: Week 7, Day 4
Warnings: Massive lulz ahead?

[ Natsuno Ryokan is a large two-story ryokan located at the farthest most edge of the village from the temple, in relatively close proximity to the village gates. It is a large compound of old, but well kept buildings that sit near the main road which leads into the heart of the village. The building is filled with tatami-mat rooms that sleep two, though some rooms have shoji doors that slide open to sleep up to four on simple futons. The compound boasts a small courtyard garden with a koi pond and a small bridge, where visitors to the ryokan might gather to have tea outside on hot days. Visitors may find towards the a bath house segregated by gender, towards the back of the compound, with both indoors and outdoors baths, as well as a series of outhouses outfitted with toilets.

The compound is run by a rather good-natured old woman, Natsuno Ringo, a Celestial who inherited the ryokan from her family, and her daughter, Momo. The two women run the establishment with the help of a small staff who clean the rooms and cook three meals a day for visitors.

On this day, the ryokan is rather empty. It has been a bit empty for some time now, as business has been pulled to the more upscale ryokans that have been giving this homey little place quite some trouble. Little do the women know just how busy it's about to become... ]

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guerrilla_morph
Jun. 15th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
[When both Rin and Marco woke up outside Tsuchisato (again), they realize two things:

One: They can't get back inside of the village.

and Two: there are people here. Lots and lots of people. As though they weren't here the day before, as though they weren't here during the monster incursion. So they both decided to head to Hisato, see how the others are holding up. When Marco realized the house he used to stay in was also occupied, they had to look around to find something. Anything.

So they stumbled down to here, figured out their measly payments though the animals they killed, got a room, and well -

Marco's just hoping that others might come.]
behindhiseyes
Jun. 16th, 2010 02:55 am (UTC)

[ Itachi had not been overly concerned by his removal from the house. It had been a dwelling. A roof and clothing. Nothing more. He is accustomed to surviving with far less than that. Leaving with Sasuke, walking through the throngs of people -- it does call to mind memories of his journeys. Missions. Kisame had been beside him in the past. Now, his brother occupies that place.

He has ignored the people to the crowds to the best of his ability. Certainly, he has wondered about the sudden growth in population, but as a missing-nin, you grow trained to see everyone while seeing no one. You notice each motion of a stranger -- the danger inherent in any nuance of movement -- but you close your eyes to their individuality.

Crowds, villages: Faceless bodies in a progression.

Itachi has been drinking tea at the koi pond. He is not wearing his cloak.

He is standing in the hallway when he notices the boy making his way towards his room. ]

Maahko-san.

Hello.
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ura_no_ura
Jun. 17th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)
[ Safety.

Or at least this is as safe as they can be for the time being.

Not that they really are in danger, really, so much as being stalked by a lot of people that came out of nowhere. And everywhere. Poking and prodding at them and what the hell were they doing lying naked outside in the middle of the road?! In broad daylight, too.

Kakashi is lucky that he is such a light sleeper and woke up when he heard the voices, long before anyone caught sight of him -- giving him enough time to henge some clothes on him and to shake Iruka awake. Their clothes were lying a few feet near where they were lying, and Kakashi figured that it was all yet another play by the gods that had them lying outside their home and unable to enter, but the presence of all these people -- an entire village full of people -- is completely bewildering. Especially the way they acted -- as though they had always been there, talking of paying tribute when they were unable to enter their home. And something about "ajna." Whatever that is.

It was the curiosity and the touching that really got to him. Their hands, everywhere.

Kakashi was all too happy to get the hell out of there and to this ryokan that they were told about where they could stay for the time being. ]

I suppose this is it.

[ He stares up at the facade of the building. ]
smiling_umino
Jun. 17th, 2010 06:11 pm (UTC)
It looks normal.

[Iruka only speaks for the sake of speaking. Because as much as he has respect for these gods (for being gods), there are just some things that transcends beyond ludicrous. He is still unable to ward the the shame and embarrassment from waking up in the middle of the street naked. With his lover.

There are just some things he cannot accept.

And it's visible with how he stares at the ryokan like it's some sort of fungi tainting the cleanliness of his home, or something lower than that of a worm. He does not understand anything. Not the poking, not the questions and certainly not the strange looks.

Excuse them but Iruka is quite sure they were in Kannagara first. They are the odd ones.

All that poking! Who the hell pokes people? So rudely too!

Iruka twitches. Again. Some more.]
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kannagara_gods
Jun. 18th, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
GARDEN
[ Post here for the garden area! ]
neargenius
Jun. 23rd, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
[There are too many people. At least, before, the villages--the entire world, it seemed--had been empty. It had been easy to avoid the other people here because of their relatively limited number, but now-- The streets are suddenly full of people, and all of them too interested. Staring, muttering to each other. One woman had touched his shoulder, poked it--and that was more startling than being locked outside of the house he'd claimed as his own. He'd moved quickly away, but his shoulder still feels strange, even now.

This ryokan is much better. There will be people here, too--but at least there are private rooms, and a situation that is a bit more removed. Still, he doesn't want to head to a room right away, so he lingers a moment in the courtyard garden. He can feel where the woman in the village poked him, and reaches over his shoulder to touch the spot, thoughtfully. After a pause, Near moves towards the bridge and the pond, the clear surface of the water disturbed only by the fish swimming in lazy arcs below the surface.

He stands above the pond, staring down--then, reluctantly, crouches down beside it, dipping one finger into the water. The fish immediately crowd towards the surface, nibbling gently on his fingertips. Near doesn't move his hand.

He needs to figure out what is happening, and what he can do about it. It's difficult to process anything without toys to busy his hands and direct his thoughts. So he lets the fish nibble on his fingertips, and he thinks as best as he can.]

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kannagara_gods
Jun. 18th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
BATH HOUSE
[ Post here for bath house ]
guerrilla_morph
Jun. 18th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
AFTER TALKIN' TO BOB AND BOB JUNIOR
[Marco hasn't got a bath since, well, a long time. In the airship, actually. So he feels like a little bath is in order.

But there's the fact that, well, Marco is not used to the idea of a bath house. And a pubic one at that. That seems a little maybe . . . a little archaic? But its not like there's a shower here. Or even plumbing besides the toilet. And seriously: Marco is a kid who lives in the Hork-Bajir valley but also steals the Chee's shower when he gets the chance. So he's not up to complain about it. Just get in and get out.]
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kannagara_gods
Jun. 18th, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
GENERAL ROOMS
blackest_ink
Jun. 18th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)
[Sai had spent more than few hours at the streets of the town, asking questions, answering them himself, putting together everything that had happened. He had even earned a few coins at a booth put together by two young artists. It seemed that bringing life his ink drawings could be a delight for many. Little dancing mice had gathered quite a crowd of children, and few of their parents had felt like sharing a coin or two whilst laughing at his antics.

People, they were actually pretty easy to read if one was willing to look and listen.

He came to the ryokan with a new bottle of ink, red one, and sheets of paper, a paper case full of roasted nuts and heat of color upon his cheeks. It had been an exciting day. Somehow it didn't seem to bother him so much that the gods had tossed him out of his house. It never had been his house in the first place, and he had left nothing behind that he would call his own. ]
a_for_tiori
Jun. 20th, 2010 09:07 pm (UTC)
[Later in the afternoon, Sasuke finds that the best way to avoid the old woman (to say nothing of her daughter) is just to stay outside. Loitering by the entrance has a number of advantages - besides keeping him away from the people inside, it allows him to discourage the strange new people from coming too close.

It also lets him see who is entering.

Sai, isn't it? Sasuke is not very good with names, and this one likely used a fake regardless. So the name is unimportant. The hitai-ate - that's important. One, two, three from Konoha now. And this one. This one. He works for Danzou. Worked. Works. He still wears that fucking headband, doesn't he?

Kill him. (Or leave him be. Leave this place. Because what would killing this one satisfy? Besides the general urge, the undercurrent of wanting to ruin something pointlessly.) Kill him.

Or just get out of here. They never should have come to this place.

Sasuke, leaning against a tree by the entrance, stares wordlessly as Sai approaches. Still weighing his options, and waiting, for now.]
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whitenighting
Jun. 19th, 2010 02:32 am (UTC)
Still 7/4
[Much later than he would have liked, Allen finally finds himself on his own and just sits rather heavily on the doorstep outside the ryokan.  Right, he had left Lenalee rather abruptly earlier, he recalls as he catches Timcanpy off his shoulder and starts to fiddle with him to bring up the Hitomi network. He should tell her what had happened if she wasn't already on her way to Hisato.]

Stop squirming. [A slight chide to the sulky golem without any real force behind his words.]

[Everyone, even the sick suddenly chased out into the streets or worse and... (a sinking feeling) monetary tribute to gods to get back to these homes that should be temporary anyway?

Allen's never even been one to truly believe strongly in the god he supposedly fought for. Allen's the sort to become catatonic over debts.

Perhaps there is a god or gods because the irony is so horrible and (in the case of some of these other people) so unjust there seems little other explanation. It's... ... well, Allen would never have thought he'd rather the fight against the Earl and Noah to something else, but at least that made sense and he knew where he stood. Now... not so much.

A somewhat heavy sigh. But no matter, now he had to see where Lenalee was, if she wasn't already on her way here or if he'd somehow missed her.]

Edited at 2010-07-06 07:37 pm (UTC)
searedsuccessor
Jun. 20th, 2010 04:37 pm (UTC)
[It isn't that Mello hasn't exactly gone homeless before. In fact, he spent the better part of an entire year on the streets before finally making it over to L.A.

And so when he found that he was unable to enter the shithole he'd taken as his own place, it wasn't quite as distressing as it could have been. Sure, it was frustrating, but what caught his attention even more were the fucking people everywhere. Staring and taking a step closer only to take a step back and as childish as it felt, the only thing he could think was, What the fuck, do I have something on my face?.

But no, it wasn't that. It was the lack of something, he'd noticed.

And even as he walked, a few would follow a couple of steps behind him, only to stop completely when he turned round. Staring. God, he hates staring.

The mutterings of tribute may have pissed him off more than anything. Because even if it meant sleeping out under a fucking tree until he could get out of here, there was no way in hell the threat of homelessness would have him paying tribute to false Gods. Not in this fucking lifetime.

He's hot, tired, fucking annoyed, and staring at the outside of this building; arms crossed over his chest and a not-so-subtle frown gracing his lips.

They said he could come here. He thinks it's a bad idea.]
ls_rueflection
Jun. 27th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
[So there seems to be a shortage of balls in this "Kannagara".

Not only did L and his peppy squad play russian roulette with his life, but now there are also very few others willing to ineract with him. Despite the potential anonymity. Through an electronic device. This is absolutely pathetic. Admittedly, make-up creation isn't a flaming hot topic; even so, he had stored up an impressive haul. There should have been some sort of attempt at bartering. Probably rumors spreading around, meh. His pockets sound, odd coinage scraping and jingling with his movements (oddly found scattered throughout corpses, funny that).

Feet lazily carry him with the crowd's flow, towards this supposedly free housing which is apparently the only open hotel-esque service. And knowing his pampered ex-mentor, the man shall be making his way shortly if he isn't already residing in one of the rooms. Ha, the great L couldn't rough it if his life depended on it.

As for the sudden appearance of villagers and lockout from their homes, well, B finds that... he doesn't really give a shit. He can handle himself. And he was never aware that their population lacked these odd, animalistic people. Despite their interest in his clear forehead, most have decidedly avoided nearing him due to the utter filth of his appearance. The red strands have been soaked and rubbed with a variety of mixtures, sands, dirts and any other option available. His face seems to have been rubbed in the sand, though the fail mask has chunked off in a few places.

Yes, he needs better make up. They must sell it here, he muses, as he glances around. And. Blink. B pauses and grins, picking up his pace and stopping beside his favorite fellow Wammy. Glance. His arms cross as well, mocking.]

It's ridiculous, isn't it? ~
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fakeorgans
Jul. 2nd, 2010 03:22 am (UTC)
[semi-recently sddhdh date is ambiguous]
[ Barefoot, now, and dressed in a simple, floral-patterned white robe from the compound, Chrome caught sight of herself in the pond and thought -- could not help but think, really, of regression. Returning to one's roots. She may as well be in the hospital gown again, for all that the resemblance is similar. But she is comfortable, and, for now, not in pain. Her fingertips are wet from having dipped them into the water to feed the fish.

Feeding them, her mind had returned time and again to that man's comments about the animals in this world.

She had seen a fox on her way to the compound -- a little red thing with bright black eyes and darker, wiry tufts sewn throughout its coat -- and she had thought, briefly, of --

( Clean cut. Knife through the skin. Pelt. Hands inside. Cool feel of coins in her palm. )

She had watched.

Thought, then, of another cut -- not so clean.

Had idly stroked her abdomen, blinked once with one eye, and then the animal had been gone.



No, she could not take her money this way. She knew that.

She would need to find work in this world (work one could do by the light of the day, not, merely, that work which -- )

But until she finds it, she returns to this compound.

It is less dangerous here.

More like the green world.

More like home. ]

Edited at 2010-07-04 12:32 am (UTC)
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